Their skin touched, and their sweat mixed together without distinction. Losiya held Julian with one arm while holding a handkerchief in the other.
Gently and ticulously, she helped Julian wipe the sweat from his forehead and face. Julian, unusually resistant, turned his head away without saying a word.
Looking at the side of Julian’s face, his perfectly handso features had completely lost their usual sacred aura, now flushed with a delicate redness from the inside out.
His lips were tightly pressed together and quivering slightly, as if holding back so kind of anger.
She cautiously examined his right eye with the white flower mark—whether it was her imagination or not, Losiya felt it, like Julian’s overall presence, had beco noticeably more alluring.
"Aiya, are you angry?" Losiya put on a wronged expression and reached out to touch Julian’s face.
"You were too reckless just now\..." Julian closed his eyes and couldn’t help but lightly knock her on the head.
"Heh heh..."
Whatever worry Losiya had vanished instantly. Although Julian wore an angry expression, his body was being completely honest as he leaned against her.
Thankfully, Julian’s Holy Mark wasn’t linked to any aggressive power, or else he might have been nearly killed by Losiya’s teasing.
He was leaning against her because it felt good, wasn’t he? Because he’d been ’tornted’ until he had no strength left!
He couldn’t muster a shred of energy in his whole body. His back ached, his legs felt the sa, and his entire body felt like it had been run over by a carriage.
Why were so many people obsessed with this kind of thing!
Yet lying in Losiya’s arms, he truly couldn’t muster even the faintest hint of disgust. Instead, he felt a sense of warmth and acceptance.
Even while doing such things, it was the sa—guided by Losiya’s love and tenderness into a harbor of comfort, a peace so unmatched it made one lose all resistance.
Of course, if only Losiya’s movents could be a little gentler, that would be perfect.
Julian thought helplessly.
All around them, the room was a ss. The air was thick with a lingering fragrance. The once-elegant bedroom had now turned into a den of heated indulgence, traces of their passion scattered everywhere.
"Open the window a bit," Julian said weakly.
If the room kept slling like this, it wouldn’t be long before Losiya’s desire reignited, and she’d drag him back into it with no rcy.
Seconds passed with no response. Julian opened his eyes in confusion, only to see Losiya clinging to him, eyebrows raised in enjoynt, as if savoring sothing.
"Julian, did I ever tell you? Even your sweat slls sweet," Losiya said half-dreamily, half-adoringly.
Compared to many people in the Sakura Roland Empire who were naturally fragrant, Losiya was already better than most. Her sweat didn’t sll bad, but it definitely wasn’t sweet.
But Julian was different. Earlier she hadn’t noticed in her rush, but now that the storm had passed, she finally realized: Julian’s entire body was like a blooming flower, radiating sweet nectar with every breath.
What made her even happier was the thought that from now on, every night, she could freely indulge in this sweetness. Just imagining that future made her heart go soft.
Julian heard what Losiya said and, unable to resist, gently bumped his head into her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Only then did Losiya respond properly, helping Julian lie back on the bed. She threw on a loose robe and jumped down.
Like Julian, her body was now full of energy, completely awake.
However, the mont she got off the bed, she was caught off guard. Her face turned red as she bent down, only to feel a sharp jolt from below that nearly made her legs give out.
"You okay?" Julian noticed sothing was off and turned his head in concern.
"Of course I’m fine! I’m a sword dancer, rember?" Losiya insisted proudly, emphasizing her body’s flexibility and control beyond that of ordinary people.
Unlike Julian’s sweet, delicate face, his masculine symbol had absolutely nothing to do with being ’thin’ or ’frail’—he was full of overflowing vitality.
In the end, it wasn’t the weak Julian who gave in, but the powerful, self-restrained Losiya. Otherwise, with her stamina, she would’ve pulled him into filling even the loneliest hours of the night.
Slowly adjusting to her shaky legs, Losiya walked over to the window and imdiately blushed.
Grabbing a cloth nearby, she wiped down the windowsill clean before finally opening the window.
Traces of their presence were everywhere. The reason Julian was mad at her was also because of her over-the-top actions.
She had picked him up and set him on the windowsill without asking, and even jokingly said things like, "Should I open the window so the night maid can hear your cute moans?"
Of course, that wasn’t sothing Losiya would actually do. But in that mont, with just half of him shielded behind the window curtains, Julian’s instincts reacted in fear, and he couldn’t help but plead softly.
That was the real reason Julian had gotten angry—it was embarrassnt turned into fury.
The window now open, a cool night breeze drifted into the room. Losiya’s body temperature slowly cooled, but the fire inside her showed no signs of fading.
They say the happiest thing in the world is to spend your life with soone you love. In that mont, when she held Julian in her arms after the storm had passed, seeing his face and knowing he had entrusted himself to her fully—it sparked emotions even deeper than desire.
And so her thoughts began to multiply. She couldn’t keep Julian locked up in the Blooming Lily Territory forever. How would she conceal the aura of his Holy Mark? Out there, surely countless won would be eyeing him. How could she protect him perfectly without slipping up? How would she explain everything to her mother once they returned ho?
Julian’s background was common. She might say she didn’t care who she ended up with—but adults love to lie. If her mother made things hard for Julian, how could she defend him?
How many children would they have? What would their nas be? How would they raise the boys? The girls? Would letting Julian take care of them all be too exhausting...?
These trivial yet endless thoughts flooded her mind. The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders, yet Losiya didn’t feel burdened. Instead, she felt entrusted—trusted, and needed.
Once her thoughts wound down, she realized her mouth had gone dry. She grabbed the water pot from the table and took a hearty drink.
Before she’d even finished, she suddenly rembered—Julian must be thirsty too. The mont that thought crossed her mind, a wet and slightly wicked idea surfaced.
Silently taking a mouthful of water, Losiya returned to the bed and gently nudged Julian’s shoulder.
"You done?" Julian turned over tiredly, only to have Losiya catch his lips once again.
"Mmh..." Once more, their lips exchanged unspoken words, and a cool liquid occasionally spilled from between them, sliding down their necks and disappearing into their clothes.
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